Surviving With the Book
Unless Your law had been my delight, I would then have perished in my affliction. Psalm 119:92
Peggy Lewis watched the wind blow through the trees outside her home in Eureka, Kansas. Then her house was suddenly caught in a swirling force that shattered windows, gutted walls, and blew off the roof. Shards of wood, glass, and furniture blew past her like shrapnel. It was a 152-mph tornado, and it took neighbors some time to pull Peggy and her husband from the debris. Everything was destroyed, but Peggy longed to salvage one possession—her Bible. “If you can find anything,” she told volunteers, “please find my Bible.” And they did. It had been blown a distance and rained on, but it was still intact, as if indestructible.[1]
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